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Turner Reserve
03:44
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The unholy gaze
Of sudden change
Took me by the collar and gave me shake
Rattled my cage
From its eyes I could not break away
Here I should be safe
Like a leopard in the branches lounging within,
The clothes it was born
Man I seem to find this really strange
Bending like Duplantis with the breeze
While the wind is bending around me
But if I break I won’t be on my knees
I’ve led myself astray
A midnight walk to clear the thoughts and try to ease a little pain
The moons looking pale
And randy thinks its going to rain today
Bending like Duplantis with the breeze
While the wind is bending around me
But if I break I won’t be on my knees
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2. |
World upon a Shelf
02:33
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Somewhere hanging overhead
There’s a plane diving through the dust
While Audrey and Ganesha,
Stare back and forth longingly with lust
Behind the dim orange glow
Of a fading salt rock lamp
Shadows dance on a Celtic stone from New Zealand,
Painted by hand
The plastic jaguar on the prowl
Through Egyptian tombs for organs and bowels
There is a world upon the shelf
And you’ll find it if you magnify any place else
Wooden fans from Indonesia blow a gale of hail across the miniature globe
A graveyard of eyes that sit upon the hill
A dying art with nobody home
All of the ginger wine
And cascading candle wax
Can’t eclipse the Cambodian wizard puzzle box panic attack
The week from hell came to stay for a while
Turned up one day with a suitcase and a smile
For the world upon the shelf
You’ll find it if you magnify anyplace else
No thoughtful call ahead to let me know
By the look of my face I had given up my ghost
For the world upon the shelf
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As I awoke, I forgot that I cut my hair
And the dream that shook me, still lingered in the air
Got a little too real, for a minute there
I dreamt I paced the grass beyond the weathered pale
You speak to close to me ain’t no rabbit in my hat
You chew upon the straw that breaks the camel’s back
Sat across the table, aloft the hanging plants
That where I rest my eyes when I can’t seem to relax
At least not for now
You seem to watch your tongue, whenever I’m around
But I can hear the silent hum that draws the rats from town
Trained to sit beside you, but not upon your cloud
Only if they have a gift in which you can devour
At least not for now
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Milania
03:36
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I get away
From work about the same time every day
From the place that I’ve grown to hate
Life amongst the breaker of the smiles
I’ve come to expect your face
Milania
Guider of the children’s daily fate
I can’t escape
These hoops we have to jump to get paid
And people think that I’m a little strange
Singing in the endless void of styles
I’ve come to expect your face
Milania
Guider of the children’s daily fate
No care for the rain
The sober wind that cuts me like a blade
Just as my legs start to ache
Our passing ends my day amongst the isles
And I’ve come to expect your face
Milania
Guider of the children’s twisted fate
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5. |
Maybe I
04:38
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Cut mad like a snake that’s stepped on
A deep bite with deep pain
Been spitting venom all across town
Trying to ease a little of your pain
But don’t you remember where I stand?
In the crowd happily watching
Oh maybe I shouldn’t worry about
Those who got no love to give
I was never one to be cruel
But I put my hand into the flame
Took me for some kind of foolish youngster
Who didn’t have what it takes
Who’s gonna take off your boots
And turn off your lamp?
Who’s gonna pry that wet cigarette
from your clenched hand?
Oh maybe I shouldn’t worry about
Those who got no love to give
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6. |
Salt of the Sea
04:19
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Can I see you peering by the fountain and the fern?
Is the rain trying to teach me something that I need to learn?
Blinded by the blue sky from visions in the dark
Every morning that I wake I’m right back at the start
Then I know the truth
It’s the darkest thing I do.
Where is my flower?
Where could she be?
My guiding tower through the salt of the sea.
Thought I could conceal you,
Thought I had you buried deep
Still your face it lingers when I lay beneath the sheets
Took an eye for an eye,
Yes that seemed fair
But eyeless we must wander through the ever-changing land
Then I know the truth
There’s more to this than you
Where is my flower?
Where could she be?
My guiding tower through the salt of the sea
Black sand beneath me
While smoke plumes at dawn
My guiding tower oh where could it have gone?
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Goldfish Bowlin'
02:57
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The beast I bury through the day
Seems to rattle down my halls at night through rooms it ricochets
Until a sweat begins to build
Some magnetic, haunted cloud of smoke that gives my ghost a chill
Oh what a way to socialize
Shifting back and forth through gears of fear behind my glassy eyes
Of all the things I could’ve done
But instead I fed my lust for bed sucking on a dope filled gun
Though its all in my head
The great deception has me in its claws once again
Though its all in my head
That’s just my ego talking,
Fueling every step.
I’m on the back step once again
And my lungs are heavy with the sound of traffic at 4am
I’m not sure how I got this way
If I could just break this goldfish bowl I might recall yesterday
Though it’s all in my head
The great deception has me in its claws once again
Though it’s all in my head
That’s just my ego talking
Fueling every step
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8. |
Bluesday Chews
02:46
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Sunday morning I don’t feel too bad
By Monday arvo I am back on track
Tuesday, that’s when I get the blues
A costume of a man, with no good news.
Take me back to the weekend mama
Where good times linger on
Morning light, coming on too fast
Watch the sun creep through the balustrade
It’s okay, if you stroll the road you pave
There’s plenty of time to catch up on sleep in the grave
Take me back to the weekend mama where good times linger on.
All you snowglobers, you career probers, leave your pedigree rat at the door
What is a life spent working, just to work a little more?
Extra-curricular festivities
Come with hidden costs and late fee’s
A fair trade, to see behind the veil
You can guarantee on Tuesday ill be a little frail
So take me back to the weekend mama
Where I can swing like hunnah munnah
Some friends, a pouch and a record cover
And maybe we can kick on
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Rooftop Rambling
04:04
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You find yourself bleeding, in a stranger’s house
Suddenly seated, in some crooked couch
Teleportation, of the foulest kind
Shouting beside you, motions for your eye
The sun looks a little lonely
Better see what’s going on
Neighbors have come round, trying to catch their man
Copping a spray-down, the blood is on your hands
No one around you, seems to care at all
The music keeps playing, as they storm down the hall
The sun looks a little lonely
Better see what’s going on
I guess that you, needed to
blow off some steam, it seems
That underneath, your façade
Stress was creeping up like a cat in the tall grass.
10am Sunday (how did I get here?) in a bluestone lane
Someone else must of (how did I get here?) been steering at my reigns
Think I was rambling, on your roof last night
Stranger than fiction, cause I’m not that good with heights
The sun looked a little lonely
But it turns out I was wrong
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Mountainous Gaze
03:38
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Sometimes you can’t drive all the way
The road is closed open on another day
But you always seem to find the time to wait
Your ships going down, so you sink it with a drink
What the hell are you trying to find all the way down there?
Don’t you know the bottom of the barrel aint going nowhere?
I’ve seen potential from that mountainous gaze that you reflect from
It seems eventual, why do you flick the switch and turn the hate on?
Where do you keep the switch that turns your hate on?
I heard that you left town, rode the train until it stopped
Hope the clean air out there aint all that you got
Don’t romanticize your demise while living under a rock
You’re with good folk now, so try to get some sleep
Be like the wind that blows amongst the reeds
And I wish you all the best as you take a deep breath and sink into the deep
I’ve seen potential from that mountainous gaze that you reflect from
It seems eventual, why do you flick the switch and turn the hate on
Where do you keep the switch that turns your hate on?
Can we sparky in here to switch the main off?
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Cahill Kelly Melbourne, Australia
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